Too Little, Too Late

I keep looking back,

‘cause I just couldn't wait,

we’re speeding on by,

but now it's a little too late.

I wanted to leave,

but now that I'm gone,

I keep looking back,

so quickly moved on.

I left that small town,

got out of there fast,

and now that I’m here,

I stare back at that past.

So I keep looking back,

‘cause I just couldn't wait,

we’re speeding on by,

and now it's a little too late.

With nothing for me there,

except endless corn rows,

just fields and dirt roads,

no place for me to grow.

Just rivers and lakes,

and long rolling hills,

one quiet, boring place,

but quiet, boring kills.

But as I look back,

‘cause I just couldn’t wait,

we’re moving way too quick,

and now it's a little too late.

With nothing for us there,

we all wanted to go,

and never come back,

although what we didn’t know,

Was that we’d miss this old place,

that place we called home,

I guess it isn't so bad,

we’ve simply just grown.

And as I look back,

‘cause I just couldn’t wait,

we’ve already missed it,

and now it’s a little too late.

-Grace Nielson